POEM FOR A HOSPITAL FLOOR ONE A candle heat shaped tree Leaves falling in water filled flames A tattooed arm in a flower pot Grasping at the very thin air POEM FOR A HOSPITAL FLOOR TWO A head with a … Continue reading →

In the long wait room Waiting like a river bank log My mind in the foreground distance Everywhere a colour smeared calm And a Train track rumble of conversation My thoughts like Spring birds Alone in a crowd

21/12/2007 I was out as early as possible from the hover house overlooking the boat yard – this is where the seventeen children I once was grew fruit and then secretly ate them. I went out in desert clothes and … Continue reading →

21/12/2014 I went to town instead of tending to the once magical garden (all the garden statues were as silent as a pair of gunfighters). June and I took the mule trail to town, stopping off for a meal at … Continue reading →